#OUAT 3x12

[lumadreamland]

[vasfasan]

You're the one

who makes me come runnin'

You're the sun

who makes me shine

When you're around,

I'm always laughin'

I want to make you mine

I close my eyes

And see you before me

Think I would die

If you were to ignore me

A fool could see

Just how much I adore you

I'd get down on my knees

I'd do anything for you...

[booksteaandtoomuchtv]

In The Lonely Hour (7/10)

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Summary: A collection of canon-compliant(ish) one-shots that provide glimpses of Killian's life based on the album "In the Lonely Hour" by Sam Smith.

Not in That Way Killian finds Emma in New York.

Tagging: @kmomof4

Killian paced.

It did little to soothe his nerves, but it gave him something to do with the excess energy he felt in every muscle of his body. It was something to distract him as the sun rose higher in the sky and Emma still hadn’t arrived.

So, Killian paced.

Even wrapped in his great coat, the bite of the bitterly cold night had kept him awake. Well, the cold and the memory of those familiar emerald eyes looking at him without any wisp of recognition. When the portal had dropped him in her building in this realm, he’d felt her presence as though there was a mooring line securing his heart to hers. He was certain she would feel a tug on the rope when she saw him. The connection had felt so real, so physically present, he thought he’d be able to break the hold Regina’s curse held over her with a kiss.

He paused his pacing and scoffed at how quickly she’d put a halt to his actions. She was fierce and untrusting, even without her memories. It brought him no small measure of comfort that Swan was still Swan - cursed or not. He returned to his pacing.

He should not have interrupted her meal. The second she looked at him with those beautiful eyes filled with shock and annoyance, he realised his error. The way Emma had so freely hugged that man and the casual touches they shared spoke of a deep connection between them. The realisation that she had trusted someone enough to fall in love with them in the short time they’d be apart spurred him into action before he was aware of his actions.  He had hoped his pleas and her ability to read his sincerity and sense his honesty would be enough for her to seek him out so that he could give her the memory potion.

He reached the limits of the pavement once more. He turned and took another step and another. When Emma materialised before him, the tightness around his chest loosened enough for him to breathe again.

She was angry. But, she had gone to Neal’s loft. Deep down some part of her must have suspected that he was telling her the truth. It was a small comfort given she stormed off while the officers tightened handcuffs around his wrist, but there was reason for hope.

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He decided to stay put for two weeks. After two weeks, he would escape this bleak brig, retrieve his coat and hook, and try once more to breach the curse’s hold on Swan.

“You have to eat,” the guardsman barked at him. The man’s beady eyes were fixed on him filled with anger and hatred that Killian was fairly certain he hadn’t earned.

“I’m not hungry, mate.”

“You will eat,” the man growled. He placed his hand on a weapon at his hip, the threat in his manner clear in any realm. Rolling his eyes, Killian took a bite of the sad sandwich they’d tossed at him an hour ago. The meat, bologna - apparently, was entirely too wet. The pickled taste was contradicted angrily by a sweetness that tried but failed to suppress the smokiness of the abomination. It was the worst thing he’d ever encountered and the guard forced him to finish the bloody thing.

One week, he amended. He would slip away from this hold in one week.

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The rum tasted sweeter with her sitting before him. The feeling that his heart was tethered to hers was stronger than before. And that lost feeling, which had accompanied him over the last year, was absent; warm contentment had settled in its place. Emma peppered him with questions, but she carefully avoided any difficult topics.

Despite her parting words to him, she was clearly not interested in his attentions. She sought out excuses to put distance between them and found all she needed in his answers. She was choosing to believe he had returned to villainy and he was too tired to argue tonight. She had always been able to see his heart and the hurt behind his actions before- she was lying to herself to protect her heart. The same heart that she’d given so freely to a stranger over the last year.

Sighing inwardly, he decided to let her keep her armour.

He couldn’t argue with her tonight. He needed to get her back to her family, back to where she was happiest, even if that meant leading her right back into Neal’s embrace.

[dinneratgrannys]

ONCE UPON A TIME 3.12, New York City Serenade

[mccallhero]

favourite ouat scenes: 12/?

[avengerdaisy]

[crocodilequeen2011]

Hot af 🔥

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x12 New York City Serenade

(gif by @pirateherokillian)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 938

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (23) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Killian tossed the bean into the churning sea and then jumped just as he saw the smoke of the newest curse billow toward him.  He let out a long breath as the portal closed around him.

He’d made it.

Now came the real challenge.  Before he’d left the band of heroes, Regina had told him she’d given Swan and Henry a life in New York City.  Killian recalled the one and only time he’d been in this New York.  It had been a land of noise, bustle and endless people.  It was a strange land where he could walk among the citizens dressed as a pirate of old, and no one batted an eye. (Aside, of course, from that group of giggling women who had requested he take a selfie with them, whatever the blazes that was.) 

How did one even begin to search for someone in this sprawling metropolis? Killian supposed he could always break into Baelfire’s apartment and use it as a home base of sorts while he waited if that proved necessary. 

The portal deposited Killian upon a sidewalk and he fell to his knees with a wince.  He got quickly back to his feet, looking around himself, pleased to see this particular sidewalk was largely deserted.

Killian glanced around to find that he’d landed in front of what may be a lodging house of some kind–an apartment building, he believed it was called in this land.  It seemed to be outside of the heart of the city, the sidewalk lined by well manicured trees and shrubs.

Perhaps he’d been fortunate.  Perhaps the portal had deposited him in front of Swan’s abode.  He strode toward the gate before the building and pulled at the handle.

It appeared to be locked tight.

Killian peered down at the lock and frowned.  It didn’t seem to require a key.  All he could see was some manner of keypad.  How was one to pick a lock such as this?

He was still trying to determine the answer to that when an elderly lady came to the gate and gave him a disapproving look.

“Just why are you loitering here, young man?” she asked, frowning up at him.

Killian bit his lip to keep from laughing at the “young man” comment.  If only she knew his actual age!  “I believe my girlfriend lives in this building, madam,” he said in his most charming tone, the one that got even Granny herself to blush.  “Emma Swan?  Can you help me get in?”

If anything, the woman’s frown deepened, and she folded her arms.  “I’ve met Emma Swan’s boyfriend, and you are not him.”

Killian ignored the nasty, jealous feeling the statement evoked.  It was vital he get to Emma as soon as possible and restore her memories.  He hadn’t time to reflect on the current state of her love life and the emotions that dredged up within him.

“I think you must be mistaken,” he lied smoothly.  “That relationship is at an end, and she’s with me now.” 

She continued to watch him carefully for another moment, and then nodded, turning toward the keypad and unlocking the door.  “Well, I can’t say I’m sorry to see the end of Walsh,” she said.  “There was always something kind of….shifty…about him.  I’m not sure that you’re any better, though.  Don’t think I can’t see right through that charm you ooze.”

“You find me charming?” he asked, flirting shamelessly as he followed her into the building and then surreptitiously glanced at the buzzer board in the entryway to find the apartment number he was looking for.  His grin widened as the elderly woman finally blushed.

“Don’t let it go to your head, young man,” she said, turning to open an apartment door on the ground floor.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Killian was still grinning from the encounter as he climbed the stairs until he’d reached Swan’s floor, but the grin was replaced by nerves when he reached her door.  Was he ready for this?  Was he ready to see her again and see the lack of recognition in her eyes?

Would his plan to bestow a True Love’s Kiss on her work to restore her memories?  He knew she cared about him; he’d seen it in her eyes when they’d bid each other farewell at the town line.  Was it enough to break a curse?

He took a deep breath and then stood taller, looking at the door determinedly.  There was only one way to find out.

Taking one more fortifying breath, he raised his fist and knocked.

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Five minutes later, Killian hobbled down the stairs and back out onto the sidewalk, his heart smarting as much as his nether regions at the failure of his first plan.  Aye, it had been a long shot that his True Love’s Kiss would work.  Perhaps her feelings were not as strong as he’d hoped they were.  Still one hardly wished his kiss to his beloved to be followed by a swift knee to his groin. 

For a moment, as he got his bearings and began making his way toward Baelfire’s abode, Killian allowed himself to feel the sting of rejection, but then he firmly put it aside.

So his first attempt had failed.  He still had the potion.  Aye, he had hoped to give it to the lad after his kiss had restored Swan’s memories, but he could adapt.  It was time to rethink his approach and strategize.

Getting through Regina’s memory spell was going to be quite the challenge, but he loved a challenge, and he loved Emma.

She was worth fighting for.

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[likehandlingroses]

OUAT Rewatch 3x12 - Heroes and Villains

Whatever you’re after, it’ll never work. The game is rigged - the villains never win.

[believingispowerfulmagic]

Season 3 Episode 12 New York Serenade

Robin Hood reunites with Neal/Baelfire and Belle in the Enchanted Forest

[lumadreamland]

[vasfasan]

*Roblox Death Sound*

[killiansprincss]

You know how in 3x12 Emma introduces Killian to Henry by saying ‘This is Killian’, as much as I love Emma there’s no way she remembered his name from the first time they met, so I feel like Emma was planning their journey back to Storybrooke and was like ‘oh we need something to call you so Henry doesn’t get suspicious’ and Killians just like ‘what about my name?’ And Emma is racking her brain trying to remeber it until he finally puts her out of her misery and is like ‘it’s Killian’.

Emma like tests like out, ‘Killian. This is Killian, Hi Killian’ and Killian is just grinning because Emma of all people is saying his name, his real name. She’s probably the only person in hundreds of years who has called him by his real name (that he cares about) and he feels so good about it

[dinneratgrannys]

ONCE UPON A TIME 3.12, New York City Serenade

[eg515]

Emma calling him Killian instead of Hook really shouldn't affect me as much as it does, yet here I am, crying over fictional characters again

[avengerdaisy]

Happy Birthday, @marvelbrooklyn!